oh yes! let’s!
let’s go to that new place
with a name a bit like… uh, that place
where the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal c*cktails all
we’ll be rubbing shoulders with the stars in, uh… outer sp*ce
there will be seven foot women there
five o’clock shadow, rammed into ladies underwear
and the animals go in,
two by two,
into the circus, into the zoo… into the loo
and hog boars snuffle
with curly pig tails,
guest lists cysts leaving trails like snails,
there will be the pierced,
and the piercing screaming studs
fiercer than elvis,
pure phets, no duds
fake diamonds, holographic
cheekier than jesus, but uh, p*rnographic
oh do, yes!
oh do, yes! let’s!
let’s go to the new place!
and user friendly all are we,
and the tired tried
and what do you do?
i’m god, you lied
and the animals go in two by two
the warthog, the snuffleupacus and the anteater
all drinking 5 pound beers by the litre
it’s all right, she says
you don’t have to pay, ’cause
(he’s a member) he’s a member
wearing nothing but a peanut in the middle of december
suddenly, i’m on top form and terribly bright
glitter, tinsel, sparkle me baby, uh, every… night
i’m an extraordinarily curious creature and i know it
how bohemian! shush for the poet
nah f**k that! let’s go to the loo, like animals, two by two
and what was it you said you do?
is there any way i can network with you?
and you tell me about a movie you’re making, hopefully making,
hopefully making, starring uma thurman, hopefully making,
and you talk for too long
and then you say “i love this song”
must shake a leg on the dance floor
with that fashion type wild boar
and she needs an apple shoved into her fat gob
oh look! it’s that junky lead singer, i hear he’s a n*b!
no, i know him actually and he’s alright, going solo
and he’s good for a line any night.
oh! come on, let’s go to the place with a name like that place
and come on, give me more, give me more to consume!
i’m fatter than elvis and i’m cheekier than jesus in this vip room
with the super models, the rock stars and the… super fly
and then she said, morbidly,
“now would be a good place to die.”
out of my face, in the place with the name like that place
on the front page tomorrow, my face
headline reading “mystery death in new place”
for she was best top lover girlfriend of that singer with the chart topping hits
that actress, that director and that model with the fabulous t*ts
and then everyone will really want to go to that place, ’cause it’s got a name… uh, like that place
where you get so out of your face (face, face, face!)
and then everyone will want to go to that place.
you’re in a place with a name like that place,